She said, she said...

I woke up feeling uncharacteristically introspective today. Thinking of my life and how jaded I seem to have become. I wanted to write a letter to my 11 year old self but a wave of brilliance stopped me mid-thought and said "why doesn't she write to you, better yet why don't you correspond with her". Now this may seem a little strange, but my star sign is Gemini so I'm allowed to be a schizo with no judgement from anyone...it's written in the stars.

So this exercise will hopefully make me better, it is supposed to help me keep my eyes firmly focused on making my dreams tangible. On your mark, get set blah blah blah...

I'll refer to her as Smokey (a very random nickname she picked up) and she'll call me Nono.

Dear Smokey

So I have a boyfriend :) remember when you obsessed about being a late bloomer and worrying about the fact that EVERYONE had a boyfriend but you...well high-five girl you get man, a good man too.

I'm working as a secretary at Bosch Projects, an engineering consulting company. I know I know don't judge me I am actually a graduated journalist, My plans were to be based in Joburg working at a magazine by this time but you'll soon learn that God's plans and your plans are very rarely the same.

Take care honey xoxo
Nono

PS. you become soooo much cooler :)

Dear Nono

I'm in Grade 7 this year and I wonder if the boyfriend you're with is this guy who's in my class. He's so cute, so funny and I get butterflies in my tummy when I see him...I think he's the one. I just wish I wasn't so shy then maybe he'd notice me :(

Anyway how did you end up being a journalist I want to be a lawyer! What happens to change my mind?? In a few months I'm starting high school and I'm so excited about it, I'm so over primary already.

The best part of your letter is the PS :)

Chat later.

Soccer babe

So I have taken a keen interest in the World cup. Before you interject it is about the sport and because I have eyes it's also about the yummy men in shorts.

I don't understand when guys say "I wish women would stop commenting on how hot the soccer players are this is about the game" really guys?? What would you like me to comment on, the amazing counter attack style that Germany possesses? or the opportunistic but diligent play that Bafana Bafana employs? Cause I could but it wouldn't be half as fun as threatening to throw my bra at Alves, and speculating about a family bond between Fabiano and Chris brown. Watching Messi is humbling but talking about Maradona and how this world cup is just an elaborate drug exchange between him and SA is better. You see so much more fun!

My top four countries are Brazil, Argentina, Germany and Portugal. I'm hoping for a Brazil- Argentina or Germany final. Nothing but love Christiano but you have tanning to get back to.

Bitches, boys and funerals

I'm such a nice person, no seriously I am. Which is why when bad things happen to me I'm genuinely surprised, Karma's just not what it used to be these days.

So my man, we'll call him Z, is officially being re-stalked by this girl I thought we got rid of. The reason this annoys me so much is she's fully aware that he's not single, but she perseveres. When he tells her to leave him alone she hears "leave me alone...for now" Now let it be known that I am a perfect lady but let it also be known that if I were to run into her in a dark alley, oh to hell with dark alleys, if I were to run into her period...well *looks around* who knows a good funeral song??

New day

So yesterday I set up the first of what will probably be many blogs, and I'm still feeling my way around. The reason this will probably be more successful than keeping a diary is because it's available for all sorts of stalkers and admirers alike to see into my mind. I think I'm a closet exhibitionist, wait, before you judge that makes you a voyeur!

Anyway so I made a decision today to have no contact with negative people this whole week (it's not you it's me). I want to be in charge of my smiles and my tears. I'm not watching the news, I'm not answering calls from :( people. I'm doing me. If this is a successful exercise all you :( people will probably never hear from me again...seriously it's not you it's me.

The shine in my sun

The title of this post sounded so much cooler in my mind but it looks so random and forced in writing...anyway now that that's out of the way...I want to just share my real life heroes with you just because I can.

These are people who touched my life and shaped my perspective. On a good day I call them friends on other days I refer to them by their first, middle and last names.

Behold...My niggas


Anele Tshabalala: Sister, friend, fellow soldier in God's army...she makes being a big sister so easy. She teaches me everyday to be the best me I can be, Oprah's already got being Oprah on lock but the vacancy to be Nono is wide open.

Ayanda Tshabalala: Whoever said you can never learn from little sisters had obviously never met Ayanda. I am yet to come across someone as selfless and giving as she is...how can I NOT be humbled by sharing blood with this person.

Nonhlanhla Ntuli: stagename: Coco She's one of the musketeers. She's wiped so many of my tears and caused so many of my smiles that her heart has been etched into mine. I love this girl so much cause she showed me that giving 100% of yourself means you get 100% back.

Sizophila Khubone: The other musketeer. I've never been good friends with anyone younger than me, but when I met Sizo, our souls did the connecting and our minds didn't stand a chance. Such an amazing woman, the life of the party too. The future voice of South African radio - you heard it here first.

Phethile Khuzwayo: If you want to learn how to achieve true beauty this is the go-to girl. Beautiful spirit, inspired/ing fashion sense and a drive that is awe inspiring...go on with yo self!!!

Buhle Mbonambi: My super stylish friend, so hilarious, so smart (I refuse to take him off the pedestal) He's taught me that life's too short not to have an opinion.

Patiswa Jwacu: She's driven and she's Xhosa...if anyone knows another recipe for success I need them to stop me right now and holla real quick. Dynamite comes in small packages has never been so true.

Babalwa Sobikela: The self-proclaimed diva!!! She's a beauty queen who moonlights as a journalist. Hilarious sense of humour (mainly cause she's so lame) what I admire and try to emulate about her is her drive...Babes knows where she's going and she knows exactly how to get there *takes notes*

Pusetso Tlali: I've known her for a relatively short time (12 months) but she's made a HUGE impression on my life...more so than she probably realises. Putse showed me how to act my age and enjoy my youth thoroughly while my feet are firmly in the fountain of youth before it flashes by (as fountains of youth often do). She's so impressive for her age, so goal-oriented I have no choice but to put her on my Young people to call again in 5 years list.

Thulie Khanyile: My tiny friend, she has the cutest...everything! Thulie's one of those people you forget are in the room until she makes one of her random observations. I found a kindred spirit in her when I learnt we had the same unashamed obsession with Zuluboy! Judge away, I'd still holla at his nappy head

Bahle Makhohliso: Beautiful smile, beautiful spirit...Stevie Wonder's "isn't she lovely" is the closest I can probably get to perfectly describing B!

Luthando Slash Nzimande: He insists he's a poet, the jury's still out on that. Seriously though Slash is an amazing wordsmith (that sounds like such an outdated profession, like King Arthur might have had a wordsmith) because it'll probably annoy him, I'm sticking with it. Such a good friend, so silly...he's like therapy, always what the doctor ordered! Sidenote: he's the one in the middle!

Njabulo Ngidi: we were so young here, before DUT Journalism had it's way with us. I found a brother and a friend in Njabulo. I knew he was a keeper when he made me laugh that first time and then just as easily held an intelligent (by my questionable standards) conversation with me. I will love him (or stalk him) to the ends of the earth! Sports Journalism is due for a makeover and I know just the guy for the job!

Brilliant Mkhathini: We weren't conventionally close (convention is for fools) besides it's my blog I'll claim as many friends as I want. We were sitting in class and everyone who was asked said they wanted to be print, broadcast or radio journalists, my good good friend Brilliant (too much?...okay) said he wanted to be a novelist. It floored me because his dreams kicked my dream's ass...then they picked mine up and taught them to fly.

Khaya Khumalo: Oh Percy, I hope one day he forgives me for the mugshot picture I found. This guy is so intelligent, so funny, so warm...he's just a bag of slowly revealed superlatives.

Those are my heroes. Not for what they've achieved but for what they've inspired me to achieve.

The beginning

I finally caught up with everyone in the 20th century and set up a blog...wait what? I meant to write 21st.

I feel like the new kid on the first day of school, not sure how to make friends so I sit in the corner and wait for the obligatory good samaritan to approach me. But then I've never really been patient so my MO is to observe, learn as much as I can about blogging (judge me), then attempt to convince other like-minded individuals - though I'm not too picky on this- to follow my blog and get them to spread the word to their (hopefully) cool friends.

Yes I'm the new kid but I have standards. Check on me in a few days my tune might have changed.